Happy Birthday to my wonderful wife, my darling Valerie!
To celebrate we stayed in Tunica last night at the Sheraton, and though we didn't hit it big at the casino we transferred that enjoyment to the jacuzzi suite and buffet!
This afternoon after we returned we went to Best Buy to get her a new CD player installed in her car, since on her old factory-installed one, half the buttons had fallen off and she couldn't even rewind on the tape deck. And the 8-track player, well, let's just not even go there! Let's just say that I'm tired of Foghat.
(Okay, I might have made up the last part.)
For lunch we stopped at the new O'Charley's near O'Wolfchase since I was in dire need of Chipotle Chicken O'Tenders. The restaurant is still in training mode, apparently, since there were more managers than servers, our chicken was lukewarm and brought before our salads or rolls, and when we got the rolls she brought just two (TWO! Of that yeast goodness! Can you believe it!) and the butter came in a rameken ... ramaken ... ramikin ... tiny bowl instead of the individual pats that we like to abscond with in the take-home box. It just feels embarrassing to ask the server to pack us some of their yummy butter.
I almost had to defend myself after having the radio installed, too. As I was backing out into heavy traffic, this carload of three good ol' boys was behind me. I had room to back up, but he looked young and panicky, and thought I was backing up into him, so he honked. I looked over and nodded and mouthed, "I see you," and kept backing up. At this point he actually could have pulled forward to the stop sign he was waiting at, but he decided to be a tough guy in front of his friends, honked again, I looked over my shoulder and yelled "I SEE YOU!" and after I backed up he stopped, opened his door and started to get out. I like to think that at this point he realized it wasn't worth it, and realized that I wasn't a 5'6 150-pound kid he could intimidate easily, and he got back in and drove off. That's right, punk! I'm dangerous! (Yeah, I've never been in a fight, but when you're 6'4 300 pounds people tend to think twice about their chances, even though I'm a wus and would back off if confronted. So I've got that going for me.)
Tomorrow, back to work, which is going just fine. I've been TD'ing solo on shows since Saturday and directing a couple, which is easier to pick up so I'd rather switch for now to get used to their effects.
By the way, in case you wondered about the CNN shooting at my old workplace, they weren't actually at CNN, but at the hotel that's attached in the back, away from the network. The guards are required to be very good, ex-military types, so I'm not surprised one of them was able to pop off a shot and nail the dude before he hurt anyone else.
How about American Idol? Which we caught after the casino took our money, pride and clothes. I know he's been mocked terribly since making the top 12, but Sanjaya has not been the worst singer the past two weeks. Chris Sligh tanked last week and I wasn't surprised to see him go, and last night I thought he was better than Gina at least, and perhaps another one or two. Not sure why they disliked Haley so much, she sounded fine, and no-neck Melinda continued to be the best. At least from what we could hear above the jacuzzi jets, so I could have missed a wobble or two. Like we gave a flying flip. Did I mention the cheesecake?